Wanderer: 12. Chapter 12

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12. Chapter 12

As for the whole prophecy thing, that just popped out of my brain and scared me too. Some readers are seeing Bronwyn as a bit of a Mary Sue, but actually she is based on a real person who does take in homeless people, and helps them to sort their lives out.

I have finally gotten my hands on another copy of The Sil, (which is where I am getting my info) and nowhere does it say whether or not Maglor is married. But thanks Finch for pointing out that you read somewhere that he is.

Personally, I get the feeling that some of these Noldor guys are bit like Dwarves in that they seem to be more interested in playing about with metal working and gem making then the lady elves.

Also, now I have established who Bronwyn thinks Maglor is, I am now going to show her who he really is. And I have playing about a bit, trying to show the contrasts in Maglor’s personality, as I believe he is a very complex person.

Oh…Maglor’s P.O.V again.

The walk on the beach becomes a ride, as I have convinced the ladies that the horses need exercise. I am given a bay gelding to ride, Bronwyn takes a solid bay pony, and Nicky is riding a palomino pony whose coat is the same colour as her hair.

Two hours later we lead the tired horses back into their fields. Everyone is sandy but happy, even the horses. As we are washing the horses down, Bronwyn and Nicky start a water fight, and soon we all soaked and exhausted.

‘Nicky, don’t go in the house, get a towel off the clothes line, and dry yourself a bit first’, Bronwyn yelled at the girl.

‘Ok’, she yelled back, using a towel to partly dry her soaked person.

‘Why is she going inside?’ I ask Bronwyn.

‘Going to phone Anita, and see if she can stay a bit longer here. Bronwyn looks up from the bucket she is filling with water, and smiles, ‘told you she likes staying here, and of course, you are an added attraction’.

‘Me!’

‘Yep, I keep telling you she likes you.’

‘I like her too. She is a lovely child’.

‘She is. Once Anita was the same, happy and outgoing, but she had a bad experience two years ago that has made her nervous, and scared of strangers’. Bronwyn had finished with water, and gave the filled bucket to a black donkey that was thirsty. She gives me one of her strange looks again, ‘I have a feeling you were a bit offended yesterday when Anita wouldn’t talk to you’.

‘A little. I know many mortals are afraid of me; few people will speak to me. I was very surprised when you spoke to me, and even more so when you invited me home’.

‘Had nothing to do with you. Did you happen to hear of the serial killer that was murdering blonde haired women in this area a couple of years ago?’ she replies, ignoring my comments about herself.

‘What has that to do with your friend?’ I ask Bronwyn, shivering as I remember reading in newspapers of those awful murders. I have killed innocents, but this murderer was truly horrific in how his victims were killed. ‘The police called him ‘The Black Robe’, I believe’.

‘Yes, that’s right. Did you know that his last victim was found in time?’

‘What has this to do with Anita?’ Then from the strange look she gives me again, I suddenly realise, and think that living in a mortal world has slowed my wits. ‘Anita was woman that was found alive? It was she who identified him?’

‘Yes, so now you know why she is a bit odd at times.’ Bronwyn said.

‘Should you be telling me about Anita? Perhaps she would not like us discussing her?’ I said, wondering where this conversation is leading.

‘She asked me to. Anita often gets me to explain her behaviour to people, as she gets embarrassed. Oh, the re-trial is 2 weeks away, and we might have to ask you to keep an eye on Nicky during it’.

‘Re-trial?’ I ask. The justice system in this mortal world confuses me at times.

‘Ok, the Black Robes’ first trial was declared a mistrial due to one of the jury being bribed by a lawyer. So we have to go through it all again. I will be in court with Anita, and Brian would look after Nicky, but he has to be in court too. Its school holidays, and neither Anita or I want Nicky in the courthouse, she knows what Anita went through, but she doesn’t need to hear the gruesome details’, Bronwyn explained.

‘Oh. Would not Nicky’s father or another relative be more suitable?’ I say

‘No, Nicky’s father was last heard to be in New Zealand, he left after Anita’s ‘experience’, and hasn’t contacted either Anita or Nicky in over a year. Nicky’s grandparents are nice, but they are unable to have her stay with them. So if you wouldn’t mind, she could stay here with you during the day’.

‘Are you sure this will meet with Anita’s approval?’ I ask.

‘Yes, we have discussed this, and everyone agrees it will be best for Nicky. Besides’, she says, her eyes twinkling, ‘I’m sure you two can get each other into trouble together, and that will keep Nicky’s mind off the court case.’

‘I do not know what to say. I am would be pleased to spend more time with Nicky, but what would we do all day?’ again this mortal has astonished me.

‘Ride horses, beach comb, watch movies, and play games. You’ll be kept busy’, she warns me, ‘Nicky doesn’t like to sit still for long’.

‘Actually, I will not mind. Nicky can teach me more about some of the things in this modern world.’ I reply.

Then I have to ask, ‘Will you be in the court with Anita for moral support?

‘Partly. But I have to give evidence too, you see when Anita was kidnapped, she managed to phone a police station very briefly. They could not figure out where she said she was being held, but I did. Brian was working on the case, and I told him I knew where Anita was, and I was with the police and FBI when Anita was rescued, and The Black Robe arrested. Do you know, they have never found out what that madman’s real name is?’

We are at the back door to the house, now a little drier than we had been. Nicky’s voice was clear to me, as she spoke excitedly to her mother. ‘I will not tell Nicky that I know of her mother’s ordeal’, I said to Bronwyn, speaking quietly so Nicky will not hear.

‘Thanks, Maglor’, she says smiling.

I can not help but wonder if Bronwyn would be so happy to see me watching her best friend’s child if she knew my past.

This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

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Author: Jillian Baade

Status: Reviewed

Completion: Work in Progress

Era: Other

Genre: Romance

Rating: General

Last Updated: 04/26/04

Original Post: 06/26/02

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